Play the Piano introduces Charles Bukowski's poetry from the 1970s. He leads a life full of gambling and booze but also finds love. These poems are full of lechery and romance as he struggles to mature.
C.B. is not for everyone. His rhythm is off a bit, this themes drown in a mirage of dark shard of excess, violence and sex. There is not just in these poems but visceral,decadent truth.
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Polina Pshidalciteerde uit7 jaar geleden
people who believe in politics are like people who believe in god: they are sucking wind through bent straws. there is no god there are no politics there is no peace there is no love there is no control there is no plan stay away from god remain disturbed slide.
Aldair Apodacaciteerde uit7 jaar geleden
agony can sustain life but peace is always horrifying peace is the worst thing walking talking smiling, seeming to be.
Aldair Apodacaciteerde uit8 jaar geleden
blue moon, oh bleweeww mooooon how I adore you! I care for you, darling, I love you, the only reason I fucked L. is because you fucked Z. and then I fucked R. and you fucked N. and because you fucked N. I had to fuck Y. But I think of you constantly, I feel you here in my belly like a baby, love I’d call it, no matter what happens I’d call it love, and so you fucked C. and then before I could move you fucked W., so then I had to fuck D. But I want you to know that I love you, I think of you constantly, I don’t think I’ve ever loved anybody like I love you. bow wow bow wow wow bow wow bow wow wow.